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drowning with impure thoughts
4:25 p.m.., Monday, Apr. 23, 2007
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plastic veins
throbbing ...
your cunt engorged
your mons inflamed...
what do i have to do
to get some pussy around here....
When I look out, I see the ocean, lapping gentaly upon the shore. I see mountains, I skyways and amber sunsets, calling to me. Begging me to follow
When I look lout, I see swaying hips and motorcycle jackets and soft yellow shoes. These are not implements of utility, they're mirrors of my soul.
When I listen, I hear weeping. And bickering. The neighbors at it again. I hear whispers and laughter and chicanery. And lies.
When I open my eyes, I see filth and evil and tormented souls ripped asunder by the hideous acts of man. I see suffering and denial and greed and visions of upheaval.
We didn't have to live.
We didn't have to die.
We were nothing.
We were everything.
But nothing matters now.
I'm not sure if it ever did.
Fuck it, time to take out the trash.